#zoril

[gabykiss74]

Through the fields and hills, a morning view of the low mountains in a foggy morning.

[zorilleerrant]

WIP game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you @striveattemptfail for the word WHALE

Well, he’d probably categorize it as come hither, but to each their own. “Copernicus Dale,” I say. “That’s me,” he says. Slowly. Langorously. I hate him already. “Okay, well, I’ve come to get you out, so if you have anything to take with you, pack it up or finish up your deals for it,” I say. He tilts his head, like he has all the time in the world. God. (I feel the demons turn to look at me when I think that.) “Who sent you?” “I didn’t get a name,” I say, “just yours.” “Really?” he says, and the smile finally lights up his eyes. He doesn’t seem like as much of a smug douchebag like that. I hold up my hand so he can see the scrawl, if he can read it. I assume he can read Adamantine if someone sent me to get him here, but I can’t vouch for my handwriting.

(Another excerpt from SDATT. original)

He sighs. “Dr. Green says I need to confront my fears.” “You’re afraid of quiche,” I clarify.

(From the main storyline of WHC. original)

“Are you a necromancer?” he asks. I pause. “I think we all are. Or, at least, all of us whose templates are necromancers, which is going to be most of us overall. I don’t know whether it’s part of the process or part of what we’re copying.” “Do you know what we’re doing here?” he asks. I look up at him. He has unassuming features. I wonder whether he’s trying hard not to make any expressions right now, or he just always looks like that. “You are supposed to be watching me, to make sure I don’t start committing atrocities or something. I am just trying to survive long enough to remember what I planned to do here.” He looks vaguely worried at that, but it’s all in the eyes. “It wasn’t committing any kind of atrocity, was it?”

(From the thing with the necromancers and the cloning, as yet untitled until I think of one. original)

Luxury like I’ve never seen before. Oh there were some that looked just like us – or like I will look, with my new clothes; I’ve bought pants that suit me very well if I do say so myself – but some of them! The men look dashing and the women ethereal and all of them in so many layers with hats and belts and ribbons and tassels and so much embroidery on everything! I think, when I come back home, I’m going to have all of my clothes embroidered and never go about plain again. It was like being in a play, and I was on stage with a whole troupe dancing their way around me while I made a lovely moving scene, dying in front of the prince so he could cry over never having loved me enough, or what have you. You should come yourself, if it wouldn’t upset your sensibilities too much.

(From the Hill House/Dracula crossover)

Extended silence is unusual for humans when spending long periods together, so I’m attempting to make small talk. Murderbot has given me a guide to this, which is very helpful, although I do sometimes wonder if I did anything wrong asking for help, because it gave me the strangest look when I brought the topic up. A look similar to the one Ratthi is giving me now, something I’ve come to interpret – with high 90s accuracy – means that I’ve done something out of the social norm.

(From the Murderbot story for FTH)

If you were tagged on the last one and want to be tagged again, let me know. If you weren't tagged either time and you want to be, let me know. Or just pretend I tagged you! @confusedshades @elodieunderglass @teashoesandhair @clockwayswrites

Your word is: MYTH

[helixoflife]

The Six || Bahamut's Lower Gods

Destruction's children, made by hand

From Soil they rose up to stand

Six of them to rule the grounds

Each one of them of high renown

Zoril, god of all things nature

Flora and fauna the most major

He was fickle in his rule

But he wasn't known for being cruel

Merito was the god of storms

And weather in all of its forms

Lightning, thunder, quakes, and more

All of these his ways to roar

Ekthos, the god of the dead

He was kind through all the dread

To lead souls to the afterlife

Absolved them of eternal strife

Uridos, god of all rebirth

Gave many purpose and self-worth

The cycle churns eternally

So the universe is in harmony

Shaki, the goddess of soil magic

Spells and summons, neither tragic

She powered much with her domain

None was possible to feign

Arakria, goddess of machine

Inspired inventions across the scene

The demon gun to house her father

Solved much that had begun to bother

These six gods kept Soil in balance

With their domains and countless talents

They granted much to the infernal

This rhyme is just one way to journal

All their lives and all their feats

Can't be contained in a few beats

This tale is as old as time

And marches on with no deadline

[inprimalinie]

”Aici zorile sunt liniștite” - filmul de astăzi de la Clubul Rus, care a creat senzație în străinătate

Clubul Rus din București prezintă astăzi sâmbătă, 22 iunie 2024, un film de senzație, intitulat ”Aici zorile sunt liniștite”. Georgiana Arsene Un film despre pierderi, luptă, prietenie și putere! Pe 22 iunie de Ziua memoriei și doliului (Ziua începerii celui de-al Doilea Război Mondial) vă invităm să vizionați o producția filmată după celebra povestire a lui Boris Vasiliei – Zorile aici sunt…

[kaiofechos]

Zoril Vyer

Race: Asmodeus Tiefling

Gender: Male

Age: 20 (Beginning of Neverwinter) 22 (Icewind Dale) 32 (Jungles of Chult) 52 (BG3) 53 (Actual Retirement) 63+ (Lich transformation)

Class: Wizard

Alignment: Lawful Good

Makos Vyer

Makos only exists in the Neverwinter MMORPG and unfortunately got sidelined a lot, there is very little known about him so I didn't go much into his personality and mostly everything but when he met Zoril, when he died, how you meet him in Chult as a Lich and age 56 is not cannon (Makos pronounced is "Make oh ss")

Race: Asmodeus Tiefling (Tiefling Lich later)

Gender: Male

Age: 56 (Beginning of Neverwinter, Cannon age), 58 (Icewind Dale, Alive), 68 (Jungles of Chult, Lich) 88 (BG3, Lich) 98+ (Lich with Zoril)

Class: Warlock

Where he was created

I made him in the Neverwinter MMORPG originally on my PS4 before I got my PS5 in late 2022

In Neverwinter (the MMORPG)

In game, he fought hundreds of battles and slayed many foes, I imagine he has done every available campaign in the game (I have not finished them all but im slowly trying to) the list of campaigns is:

DREAD RING

STORM KING'S THUNDER

ICEWIND DALE

THE CLOAKED ASCENDANCY

JUNGLES OF CHULT

RAVENLOFT

DESCENT INTO AVERNUS

PATH OF THE FALLEN

DRAGONSLAYER

SHARANDAR

DRAGONBONE VALE

NORTHDARK REACHES

MENZOBERRANZAN

DEMONWEB PITS

LIGHT OF XARYXIS

Relationship with Makos

They met when Zoril washed up on the shores of Neverwinter when it was under attack and it was love at first sight for Zoril, but due to their age difference Makos was very hesitant in returning the feelings (Zoril was 20 and Makos has 56 at the time that they met) but after a year of working together and saving the city they decided to try things slowly but only a year after the relationship Makos died on a mission protecting their group of heros (this actually happened in Neverwinter, Icewind Dale) and as the others were fleeing just before he died, Makos threw he was planning to propose to Zoril with at the ship the others were on.

For many years Zoril was depressed and 10 long were he focused on nothing but adventuring and saving people, spending little to no time on himself his health started to slowly fall. That changed when Zoril and a group of heros went on a simple adventure to the Jungles of Chult, they found Makos but he had been revived as a Lich and despite that Zoril ran to him and they were reunited. They married shortly after

Retirement

After another 20 years of being champions, Zoril and Makos decided to officially retire from adventure. Zoril became a Baker in Neverwinter and Makos continued to rid the streets of criminals by using their souls to sustain him, while also trying to find a way to extend Zoril's lifespan infinitely without a risky and death Lich transformation

Baldur's Gate 3

When he was taken by The Nautiloid Zoril was on a walk with Makos, Zoril tried to save a few civilians but was caught by the ship while Makos could only watch in horror as the ship escaped with him, when the dragon attacked the ship it nearly burnt his face off and left him with a nasty scar. Makos quickly tracked him down due to a charm they both had allowing them to teleport directly to each other and has been following Zoril and the rest of the companions for the entire journey (story is still ongoing)

Lich

After the events of BG3, Zoril's health started to decline so he finally let Makos do the ritual to transform him into an Lich and now they live out their days together hunting criminals for their souls and keeping the peace while also taking it easy

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Apologies if this reads badly im not a writer, there are so many more things I wana share about him and Makos but I don't know how to put it into words

Here are some pictures of them in Neverwinter

Makos is the one with lighter skin in both sets of pictures

And some of them in bg3!

[zorilleerrant]

It’s quick, actually, getting set up. Jason has the feeling they’re taking pity on him because of how exhausted Damian looks. It’s not really exhaustion, not in the way they mean it, if Jason’s going to get technical about it, although it is pretty exhausting to be on edge all day, looking around corners for hidden spies and saboteurs, worried someone’s come to kill you like they always said someone would. Especially for a kid.

He doesn’t want to explain. Jason doesn’t want to explain the whole deal with Bruce, and he doesn’t want to tell anyone else the whole deal with Damian, and at least he doesn’t have to go over the whole deal about himself because the names on their IDs were always fake in the first place. (He needs to make sure he memorizes that name. He needs to remind Damian to memorize his.) At least they say he’s old enough to handle alcohol. Better a job at night, if he has any choice about it, considering how fast he needs one. They made that clear enough when they set him up here.

Damian relaxes when the door clicks closed, when Jason slides the bolt into place, even though he knows better than to think a simple building’s enough to keep them safe. The workmanship looks solid enough to keep out draft and rain, at least. Cramped, but clean and sweetly scented, a TV on the dresser. Two beds. Bathroom, with supplies. It’s like a hotel room. It might be a hotel room, originally.

“Where are we, baba?” Damian asks. He dutifully unpacked all of his belongings alongside Jason, silent while they worked, but now that they’re done, he can’t help but demand more explanations. He’s a kid. Jason remembers what he was like as a kid, mostly. It’s hard for them to just. Let things go.

“Home, for now,” Jason says, wearily. Batman can read body language with the best of them, and it’s more exhausting keeping everything relaxed, open, slightly too slow than it ever was staying poised for battle day in day out. It would’ve been okay if it had just been Jason, probably. Some homeless guy goes missing, it doesn’t matter how familiar he looks, even Batman lets it go eventually. Not with Damian tagging along, though. Now he’s invested. “We’re going to stay here until we find somewhere more permanent.”

“You said we’d stay in a safehouse,” Damian argues. He ducks his head after, that slight blush casting his cheeks in maroon, and stares at the floor. Jason wishes he wouldn’t. Jason’s only yelled at him twice, and both times since they started running, but it’s enough. Would he just go to sleep? If Jason said, right now, would he just listen and go to sleep?

“Plans change,” Jason says. Repeating the words tastes all the more bitter because he can’t tell whose advice he’s using. Probably everyone’s. Probably Jason’s the only person in the world who ever assumed he could just. Go home. And be fine.

Damian arranges the covers on his bed, but Jason can see the hesitation well before he starts speaking again. “How long will we be here, then?” He doesn’t look at Jason when he asks. He probably doesn’t expect an answer.

“I don’t know, kiddo,” Jason says. He doesn’t tug at his hair. That’ll just make the white streak worse. He has to set up school for Damian, right off, and public school probably isn’t going to cut it anymore, not with Bruce involved. Jason planned to send Damian to the same school he went to, a cozy, durable brick building, with old metal tables you couldn’t break no matter how hard you tried. They were good, there. They weren’t good teachers, but they were good people. And Damian needs to make friends. “I’ll see once I get a job.”

The job’s the second thing, up in priority now that they can’t access any accounts without raising suspicions, and he only has so much cash on him. Then the weapons. Costume, vehicle, supplies. Then he can see about taking back the skyline.

Not that he can do have the shit he planned, not if the Bat is watching him. Whatever. He wanted a quiet life for Damian, anyway, didn’t he? Let him be a kid, not a soldier. Let him playfight, not. Not everything everyone was doing back home. There. Back there, where he still has to return, if he has a hope of dragging any of the other kids away.

“I’m given to believe there aren’t that many job opportunities for someone with your particular skillset,” Damian says, with a sigh, rifling through his pajamas until he finds a pair suited to his taste, printed with, to Jason’s relief, dinosaurs. “Unless you think you can just write nasty motherfucker on your resume and be done with it.”

“Plenty of jobs for nasty motherfuckers in Gotham,” Jason says, ruffling Damian’s hair and shoving him in the direction of the bathroom. “Anyway, you’re eight, I’m not taking your bullshit advice on my resume. Go brush your teeth.” But it does make him wonder what educational credentials he has. He should’ve taken the time to fake them himself, even if it was faster to work over randoms unconnected to the League. He’d hate to be found out by his search history, after all. But he doesn’t know what they did and didn’t include.

He hopes the Bat isn’t watching him close enough to see him fake things up from here. He can use security measures all he wants; at some point he has to connect to a database.

Maybe he can enroll in university. Like, for real. That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

Still. High school transcripts – hell, it may be easier to go in person, “help” them out finding the file when it doesn’t show up. Print it off for himself. Maybe even say hi to some old teachers who, like as not, actually remember him.

Kind of shitty education he was supposed to grow up with, there’s probably not much to be suspicious he doesn’t know, anyway.

“I know a lot about resumes,” Damian says, sleepily, crawling into bed and pulling the blanket up tight around his chin. “It’s part of infiltrating a company, you know. Didn’t you claim you could infiltrate a company?” Jason fluffs the pillow for him as Damian turns almost sideways looking for a soft spot.

“Got to look legitimate, pipsqueak, there’s a big bad Bat watching us in case we step one toe out of line.” Jason regrets it as soon as he says it. Damian’s eyes open again, and he scrutinizes Jason, trying to figure out what that tone is. When he does puzzle it out, Jason hopes Damian will let him know, too.

“So Bruce Wayne is dangerous after all,” Damian says, smugly, and then snuggles all the way into his pillow. Stretches. Tucks his hands under his chin with an angelic smile that has Jason checking the windows and door again, no matter how much they won’t hold against real determination. “Will you read me a story?”

Jason turns the table lamp on, the rest of them off. Glides his fingers along the spines of Damian’s book collection, an ad hoc assortment of favorite adventure novels he could throw together without anyone getting nervous. “Sure, buddy. What are you in the mood for?”

Prompt:

It’s not that Jason forgot, per se.

But between smuggling a toddler out of the League of Assassins, trekking halfway across the world, and finding a suitable hiding place that’s also child friendly… well, it kind of slipped his mind that he’s supposed to be… dead.

Something that comes back to bite him in the ass when he takes Dami out for some ice cream and just so happens to run into non other than Brucie-fucking-Wayne

[torbedo]

https://torbedo.shop/slimming-products/capsules-zoril

[zorilleerrant]

Roll Damage

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Salim shakes his staff, readying a bolt of – fuck, he really needs to tailor his sleeves he can’t even see what he rolled – lightning to throw at the supervillain. Next to the supervillain. He doesn’t actually need to injure the guy. Especially before he figures out what the lightning does while it’s hanging out with him. At least he got a nice average roll.

It’s almost anticlimactic. A streak of light flashes between them, singing the ground, and the supervillain yelps and does a little jump in the air. With a flourish. It looks kind of cool. Salim is maybe a little jealous of his costume. The robes always seem so regal and imposing when they’re hanging up but it’s so hard to keep them sitting right, and also they’re a little bit boring in the face of this. Maybe he needs to have them embroidered.

Anyway he’s fairly certain Saul was right and this guy just needs to get out and playact sometimes. If Salim can keep him away from downtown, the destruction should be fairly limited – maybe he should drag some junked cars up here or something, just for flavor.

He needs to roll a crit. A one is just as useful as a twenty right now, given that the last time he got access to lightning it was in the middle of everything going wrong, so he has no idea what the worst end of the spectrum will give him. Hopefully it’ll just fizzle out. Hopefully it won’t overload and hit everything.

The real question is who dabbles in lightning powers. Or even if it’s someone whose powers manifest some other way, and it’s just Salim’s who think they translate best as lightning, but that’s already assuming they even know about it. He has this theory it can hit people who don’t have powers yet, based on their own probability of going that way, but there’s no way to test it. Or, at least, the obvious ways to test it are pretty unethical.

He could volunteer at a summer camp or something. He could probably get people to sign waivers for that.

It’s probably the new intern. She’s still a teenager so there’s every chance she either has no idea what she can do yet, or just can’t control it enough to practice yet. And she’s ended up running so many messages to Salim that it’d be a shock if he didn’t absorb something off of her. And it might explain why the printer exploded. Maybe. The printer kind of sucked.

A couple years ago, when he tried optimizing these, he would’ve been noting down all of his coworkers’ movements, and he’d have had it figured out in three or four days. Of course, that also meant getting up early to manipulate his own day every morning, which got old fast and also felt a little bit like trying to edit the free will out of the universe. Plus it didn’t actually help that much. He got better powers, but not predictable ones.

So it wouldn’t even let him opt out of the lightning. Which is, let’s face it, usually kind of a bad guy power? It’s bad enough he keeps accidentally summoning all those shadow monsters; people are going to think he’s having a villain arc or something. So best to get a handle on it now, before he has to try a real fight like this.

The supervillain tugs at his leather gloves and throws a glob of something dark and ominous at Salim, flaring his hands in a possibly unnecessary way.

Salim rolls a two.

Well, at least it’s good to know that’s enough for a little bitty bolt of lightning to tear apart a cloud of living darkness, anyway. Not that it’s really alive. And it probably couldn’t have done all that much to him, anyway.

[zorilleerrant]

I think everyone should have some version of this because there's so much to play with comparing real life timelines to in world events, especially if you can find a way to incorporate multiple different canons. BUT I have a version (that's only trying to account for the comics) where they're all vampires, and they got turned into vampires when they debuted, at the age they debuted. Except for Alfred, because I think it's more fun if he's the oldest of all of them, so I'm merging other earlier staff to decide his history.

The idea is that vampires have a natural camouflaging magic that surrounds them, which means everyone except for other vampires thinks they're human, and chalks everything up to them being eccentric. Older stories about Bruce and Dick are attributed to previous generations of Waynes, or people think they remembered wrong and shift the details later, or they think it must have been someone else. (This doesn't tend to work on aliens and wizards and such, but they don't always know what is going on, just that something isn't right there.)

So there's a growing Batclan that involves ever more vampires, only people think that there's always be a Wayne family that's that big, and they've always been friends with the Foxes and the Gordons etc. They try to account for the timeline in a way that makes sense to them, and fix anything wrong in their heads instinctively. But since Batman et al have been acting in subtly inhuman ways, not trying to present themselves as regular denizens of Gotham, the magic doesn't account for that part.

Vampires have to be able to hunt, and in order to do that they have to be able to stun their prey, so when they're in attack mode the magic doesn't hide them and make them blend in. Bruce figured out how to harness that to create a persona in order to keep people in check, and has been trying to improve his city ever since. It's not required to be part of his vampire clan, but since vampires are social, a lot of them feel intrigued by the idea of being superheroes.

An important part of being a vampire, as the vampire council has discovered over time, is that necromantic magic will slowly drive a vampire insane, and so exposure has to be limited. This means they have to be careful not to kill when they feed (much easier with a large city like Gotham, where they can bite tons of people), and there's a huge magical backlash if one vampire kills another, but it's less clear how killing people impacts the magic in other circumstances. No one understands how the Joker survives, since he does all three. The League of Assassins and other cults have found ways to hybridize their DNA with humans to make them less vulnerable, although this also weakens some vampire powers.

This is why they heal quickly from every injury, can levitate to some degree (e.g. to change direction midair), move faster and hit harder than humans for even prolonged periods, don't tire, don't have to eat much (except blood), have some hypnotic abilities, can see tiny clues, and have such impressive memories.

Dick always talks like he's super old because he's lived through all these shifts in popular media, and he misses old adventure stories, even though he can see more of the issues with them now. It's also why he's more willing to try new ones, because he's seen so many it's hard to stay stuck on one thing, even though he has his favorites. He loves the project of remastering old music, because it sounds like it did back then - but he still prefers live bands.

Jason likes the 80s, Tim and Steph have different preferences from the 90s, Cass is from the 00s and has yet different taste. Duke is up on current trends, but his favorites are starting to solidify. When they have arguments about it in public, the magic convinces people they're just into older music, not that they were there at the time. It's more impressive when they argue about TV, though, because they seem to have encyclopedic knowledge of shows that are hard to track down. It also impact their fashion sense, although they try their best to stay current and fashionable....

consider some kind of fae/immortal AU so ALL of the Batfam is older than they look - so Jason, despite looking like a teen, is very firmly from the eighties and hates everyone's taste in music. Dick agrees but he likes Big Band

Ok I love this!!!! 80s Jason and 40s Dick—is everybody from the era they debuted in???? That's such a fun detail. Please tell me you have more on this haha

[psyoni]

My Tav Zoril ( tiefling and fallen paladin) and Shadowheart (Shady)

I'm a real artist, not AI - Agregor (and NeuroOni)

Commissions Are Open! Note me, if you interested

[gabykiss74]

Reflection - Amazing Romania - Zorile, Caras Severin - The lone tree

[darkjazmin11]

Winter Romanian Folklore: The Goat, The Old Man and The Bear.

Romanian folklore is rich in traditional customs related to agricultural work and shepherding, many of which have been preserved to this day, although their function has changed, focusing more on spectacle. Winter Holidays, celebrated between December 24 and January 7, mark the transition to the New Year, with Christmas and New Year's Eve as central points. They include carols (sung by children and adults), prosperity wishes (Plugușorul, Buhaiul, Sorcova, Zorile), traditions like Vasilca (still practiced in one locality in Olt), mask dances (Capra, Cerbul, Malanca), dances (Căluții, Bumbierii, Călușerii), and star songs. There are also plays such as Vicleimul (about the birth of Jesus) and folk theater with haiduc(outlaw or hero, depending on the situations) or religious themes. These customs vary by region, influenced by historical development and local specifics. Although costumes and performances differ, the essence of the traditions remains unchanged.

[une-reveuse]

Când norii conspirau, in taină, invidioși pe stele Ca paravan să-mi fie, să nu orbesc de ele; Când nimbușii se înfoiau să-și ia-napoi văzduhul Doar câțiva aștri palizi le ocoleau tăvălugul Și se-agățau de pânza neagră-smoală cu surdă obstinență O insurecție tăcută, o astro-rezistență. Si n-au văzut niciunii, fiind prinși în sfada lor, Că eu cu ea goneam-cometă cu mult deasupra tuturor.

Până-n Eden și înapoi Doi e unu și-unu-i doi Din plonjonul in extaz ies viu, ies treaz.

N-am clipe pentru aștri, din ele să se-nfrupte Azi n-am ochi să-i admire prin conflagrații mute Nu am vreme de ceruri, chiar de-or tuși un tunet, Că sunt atent numai la ea ca s-o sărut pe suflet Și ochii ei au luat deodată privirea mea ostatică Și timpul a înțepenit într-o cadență statică Și cine mai știa ceva de aștrii derbedei când eu dădeam încet din aripi pe după crugul ei?

Și ne-am iubit odată de ne țin minte zorile Și-or povesti la alții și iarba și cu florile Și chiar Alteța-Lună și-o aminti mereu Cum ne-am sorbit cu sete plonjând în apogeu;

Până-n Eden și înapoi Doi e unu și-unu-i doi Din plonjonul in extaz ies viu, ies treaz

Și au fost și roibi într-un ocean, Heron și Dumnezeu Cu toții-acolo undeva…între lumina orașului și un-înghețat releu.

[symphonicsoul]

Wonderlandian Citizen Registry || NPC Profiles

A small section dedicated to links for art/profiles of the Wonderlandian people. Will be updated as more profiles/ art is created

The Gods:

Bahamut || God of Destruction

Tiamat || Goddess of Creation

The Seven:

Utu || God of Justice

Damu || God of Medical

Ea || God of the Arts

Enki || God of Wisdom

Nibada || Goddess of writing

Haya || God of Music

Haja || Goddess of Dance

The Six:

Zoril || God of Nature

Merito || God of Storms

Uridos || God of Rebirth

Ekthos || God of Death

Shaki || Goddess of Magic

Arakria || Goddess of Machinery

Past Lives:

Sulim

Sära

Švytėjimas

Işıltı

Strålglans

Rrezatim

Strălucire

Gaudium:

Earl Tyrant

Herba

Oscha

The Comodeen:

Cid

Knave

Miles

Fungo

Chobi

Chicken

The Bounty Hunter's Guild:

Voltaire

Civilians:

Kartal

Darma

Tamato

[zorilleerrant]

Alright I've finally made my way through chapter 1 of the Board Certified Necromancer rewrite (it will need a title that's poetic and mildly pretentious but I can't think of one yet) and so now I can offer some excerpts to the world.

H

He doesn’t look scared, at least. Just confused. That either means they didn’t tell him what I am - unlikely, given his responsibilities - or he has no idea what it means. Which is fair, because why would he know at this point in his studies? Well. I don’t know how long he’s been learning, but he looks young, and the aura is faint, and that expression certainly isn’t faked.

O

“Oh.” He shifts, going silent again. He’s antsy. He might want me to leave more than all our silent, ominous observers do, but if they want me to go so bad they can fucking well shoot me. Or make a mandate. Or drag me to the edge of campus and hurl me across themselves.

U

Unless I really am doing what they’re afraid of, and iterating until I know every spell in the world to, presumably, take it over. But if I’m doing that I’m damn sure I have a very good reason.

S

“Someone’s watching my apartment?” He sounds scandalized. You’d think he’d have considered, given how often the government does it, that the University might have its own guerrilla army ready to violate our privacy at a moment’s notice.

E

Eventually, he clears his throat. “Are you a necromancer?”

I couldn't find a paragraph starting with e??? I do think this sentence captures the tone of the story pretty well, though.

Alright, anyone who wants to play the excerpt game, tell me what you've got for SPINE. Everyone join in if you want to! @cer-rata @batri-jopa @confusedshades @wolfsbanesparks @elodieunderglass @elirium @striveattemptfail - who else is looking for WIP accountability right now?

Word train challenge! Tagged by @gjdraws MWAH MWAH MWAH

My word is LEMON i see you gj

Note: L gets a double, since two lines in a row started with L (and this way we get to see who's talking to Lucas)

"Lucas," he says, trying to hold back as much impatience as he possibly can, trying to keep up his streak of not lying so much as obfuscating the truth, "why don't you go back to using your words?" Lucas's hands drop and he finally looks Henry full in the face.

-- untitled Forever WIP

Everything in your world has changed, and yet he remains.

-- unpublished McFlyJuly24 Lone Pine prompt fill (prompt: Mountain Dew Hat Man)

My feet have brought me back to Cafe Lalo.

-- untitled You've Got Mail oneshot/character study WIP

“‘Oh, you can't do this,’ but really, you can't. I'm serious, Mr Silver, you can't – ”

from a much later, incomplete chapter of buon sangue fa buon vino

No, really, officer, you tell the cop in your head, that's just how mornings are: come in here, grab a cup of shitty coffee (still better than the office coffee) and a lukewarm breakfast sandwich, watch the kid haul ass, realize you'd better leave too if you don't want to be late yourself.

unpublished McFlyJuly24 Twin Pines prompt fill (prompt: Mountain Dew Hat Man)

Tagging: I don't even know who has and hasn't done this at this point, so I'm just gonna tag people who I know write. Absolutely no pressure. @wicked-jade, @phoomwhoosh, @desolateice, @variousqueerthings, @teashoesandhair, @thebreakfastgenie. Also tagging anyone who wants to do it -- going through a bunch of stuff to find these was fun!

Your word, should you choose to accept it, is PLANT

[arhivaduhovniceasca]

Postul reprezintă, întâi de toate, o stare luminoasă a min­ţii şi a Bisericii, o stare de seninătate a sufletului şi a simţurilor copleşite de bunătate, pace şi cumpătare. Starea aceas­ta de post, însă, se dobândeşte printr-o străduinţă, printr-o nevoinţă personală, care presupune atât o angajare restrictivă în relaţia noastră cu lumea înconjurătoare (înfrânarea de la păcate), cât şi o angajare activă a noastră în ea, în sensul spiritualizării şi înnobilării ei (săvârşirea de fapte bune). Postul ne dezvăluie cel mai clar valoarea noastră eternă ca persoană iubitoare şi responsabilitatea noastră în faţa lui Dumnezeu pentru viaţa noastră, pentru semenii noş­tri şi pentru lumea pe care suntem chemaţi să o transfigurăm, să o prefacem într-o biserică.

 „Nu ştiţi voi postul care Îmi place? - zice Domnul. Rupeţi lanţurile nedreptăţii, dezlegaţi legăturile jugului, daţi drumul celor asupriţi şi sfărâmaţi jugul lor. Împarte pâinea ta cu cel flămând, adăposteşte în casă pe cel sărman, pe cel gol îmbracă-l şi nu te ascunde de cel de un neam cu tine. Atunci lumina ta va răsări ca zorile şi tămăduirea ta se va grăbi. Dreptatea ta va merge îna­intea ta, iar în urma ta slava lui Dumnezeu. Atunci vei striga şi Domnul te va auzi; la strigătul t��u El va zice: Iată-Mă! Dacă tu îndepărtezi din mijlocul tău asuprirea, ameninţarea cu mâna şi cuvântul de cârtire, dacă dai pâinea ta celui flămând şi tu saturi sufletul amărât, lumina ta va răsări în întuneric şi bezna ta va fi ca miezul zilei” (Isaia 58, 6-10).